Tombstone Match: Josey Wales vs. Valrie Constance

Josey got sick of things fairly quickly. It had become a bit of a trademark, really, and that coupled with her terrible penchant for violence gave her a bit of notoriety. The Outlaw knew she was being led to the periphery of the ring, and took it in stride, literally, for the first few steps. The hand on her hair seemed a little excessive, but Josey knew nothing if not excess so she played along with it for a bit.

One of the things about living on a farm is that you get hurt, a lot. Sometimes you sprain your back trying to lift a hay bale and other times a dog gets you with a bite. The worst one of all, though, is getting kicked by a mule. Fortunately, it had never happened to Josey. She would have been half dopey if it had, and Josey was zero parts dopey. She tried to replicate the process as best she could, taking a brazen step forward near the edge of the ring and sending the strongest kick she could possibly muster back towards the rock star.

Valrie was enjoying this match, she was kicking ass and making a name for herself. She had managed to grab her opponent hair and her pants and started to drag her to the edge of the ring, ready to throw her out. Yet just as she was about to do so, she would be kicked in the gut by her opponent, causing the rock star to let go of her opponent as she double over and gasped for air.

Yet one kick was not going to stop her. The zombie-like rockstar would take a moment to regain herself while glaring at her opponent. If Josey didn't recover fast enough or didn't press her advantage right away, Valrie would then charge forward towards her opponent before attempting to take her down with a clothesline to the neck as she didn't want her opponent to turn the match around.

The kick came into Valrie's gut and Josey earned herself a lifeline in this match. Her heel met Valrie's abs which surely caused an explosion of suffering and a wicked smile spread across Josey's face. This earned her only a narrow berth, and Josey knew she would have to immediately exploit it. Unfortunately, Josey's body was racked with pain and that made her movements a little slow and sluggish.

But when she saw Valrie charging towards her with a clothesline with her name on it, her body snapped into action. She ducked around the clothesline in one move and found herself right behind the rockstar. She extended her two strong arms around Valrie's waist and attempted to bring the girl up and over with a quick German suplex!

Not wanting to lose the momentum she had just built, Valrie would charge forward attempting to hit Josey with a powerful clothesline in hopes of knocking her opponent down. Yet she hit nothing but air as her opponent not only dodged the attack but managed to grab her waist. The Canadian rock star would be lifted off the guard before falling back and having her head slammed against the canvas as she was hit by a German suplex.

“Gah” stated Valrie as she hit the ground. The blow had destroyed her momentum and left her vulnerable to a follow-up attack.

She hated, hated, hated crowd favorites. The Outlaw basically knew that she was a detestable wrestler and sometimes lived off of the spite and loathing of the crowd. When the fans saw the zombie show woman getting herself smacked in a German suplex, a cacophony of low Ooh's reached her ears. They didn't like Josey and they sure as hell didn't want her to win against this rock star, and they let it be known.

Good. Josey fed off of their scorn and used it to her advantage. They, just like Valrie, would be in for a few nasty surprises, and some even nastier bumps. Josey leaped into the air. She was a very solid woman, and getting all of that weight up was no small task. Getting it done, however, was eminently easy and very very painful. She stuck a leg out to make the swift little leg drop complete.

Valrie was still suffering from the german suplex. That being said, she had taken worse blows before, it was going to take more than that to keep the zombie-like rock-star down. She began to regain her senses and was now ready to get back to the right. She would open her eyes only to see a leg coming down on her. Valrie eyes would widen as the leg hit her chest. “Gah!” stated the Canadian wrestler as she then coughed a bit. She would now attempt to roll away, trying to put some distance between herself and her opponent.

One of the things about the leg drop is that it hurts the attacker too. Having her keister bounced into the mat wasn't exactly pleasant for the cowgirl but she endured the pain as she knew that Valrie had come off far worse for the wear. Josey stood up to try and press her advantage a little bit but the zombie woman rolled away. An evil smirk spread across her face. They were hardly even into the meat of the match and the rock star was already running like a stuck pig. It was a shame, really.

Josey slowly ambled towards her opponent. Her arms and hips swayed and Josey felt like a total badass. The lights above her shone directly down on her and she felt like she was a cowgirl in the old west, on her way to a showdown with another cowgirl. Her steps were measured and her purpose was clear as she found her way to the zombie.

She would attempt to stand right over her. "We ain't hardly started and yer already running away?" Josey said, before she tried to rain down a few stomps on the dead woman.

Valrie started to roll away, now putting some distance between herself and her opponent. Hopefully, she could catch a breather and regroup. Taking a second to catch her breath, Valrie would hear her opponent taunting her as she attempted to get up. Yet just as she started to push herself up she would be hit by several stomps on her back sending her back down to the ground. “Ahhh, bahh!” stated the Canadian wrestler as she attempted to think a way out. Yet it was hard to come up with a plan as she was hit with stomp after stomp. The zombie-like wrestler was now helpless to the attacks of the cowgirl.

The worn rubber of her boot met Valrie's tender flesh again and again. The unrestrained glee which possessed her was plain to see on the Outlaw's face; this was almost Christmas for the cowgirl. But Josey wanted to move on to bigger and better things, like slamming. That was a little more Josey's style and the hailstorm soon subsided.

One of Josey's better features was her strength. She had power and might in abundance and the cowgirl sure as anything knew how to use her capabilities to their fullest extent. The Outlaw bent over to seize the rockstar and lift her into the air.

There were so many possibilities. Josey could have gone up and over in a suplex, or she could have tossed her aside in a throw. Those felt too impersonal, too bland. Against a woman like Valrie, that was far from sufficing. She stuck her knee out and attempted to bounce Valrie off of it in an atomic drop!

Valrie would attempt to cover her head with her hands as her opponent stomped her continuously. Despite covering her head with her hands it didn't seem to make much of a difference, it fact it felt worse as her fingers were now being stomped on. Yet luckily her opponent seemed to stop, giving the zombie-like wrestler time to recover and catch her breath, though she would then soon be lifted up in the air and displayed, like some kind of trophy. The way that she was being treated by her opponent was pissing her off but she was too weak at the moment to do anything about it.

Suddenly she would be dropped before feeling the atomic drop. “GAHHH!” yelled the Canadian rock star as she then held her crotch and tried to smooth the pain out. She would take several steps forward before falling to the ground again. She would keep crying out in pain but also decided that this match was now personal. When she got the chance she was going to teach this bitch a lesson and pay her back ten times over.